sartor resartus-第30章
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ines that wonderful stillness of his； that stoicism in external procedure。 Thus； if his sudden bereavement； in this matter of the Flower…goddess； is talked of as a real Doomsday and Dissolution of Nature； in which light doubtless it partly appeared to himself； his own nature is nowise dissolved thereby； but rather is compressed closer。 For once； as we might say； a Blumine by magic appliances has unlocked that shut heart of his； and its hidden things rush out tumultuous； boundless； like genii enfranchised from their glass vial： but no sooner are your magic appliances withdrawn； than the strange casket of a heart springs to again； and perhaps there is now no key extant that will open it； for a Teufelsdrockh as we remarked； will not love a second time。 Singular Diogenes！ No sooner has that heart…rending occurrence fairly taken place； than he affects to regard it as a thing natural； of which there is nothing more to be said。 〃One highest hope； seemingly legible in the eyes of an Angel； had recalled him as out of Death…shadows into celestial Life： but a gleam of Tophet passed over the face of his Angel； he was rapt away in whirlwinds； and heard the laughter of Demons。 It was a Calenture；〃 adds he； 〃whereby the Youth saw green Paradise…groves in the waste Ocean…waters： a lying vision； yet not wholly a lie； for _he_ saw it。〃 But what things soever passed in him； when he ceased to see it； what ragings and despairings soever Teufelsdrockh's soul was the scene of； he has the goodness to conceal under a quite opaque cover of Silence。 We know it well； the first mad paroxysm past； our brave Gneschen collected his dismembered philosophies； and buttoned himself together； he was meek； silent； or spoke of the weather and the Journals： only by a transient knitting of those shaggy brows； by some deep flash of those eyes； glancing one knew not whether with tear…dew or with fierce fire；might you have guessed what a Gehenna was within： that a whole Satanic School were spouting； though inaudibly； there。 To consume your own choler； as some chimneys consume their own smoke； to keep a whole Satanic School spouting； if it must spout； inaudibly； is a negative yet no slight virtue； nor one of the commonest in these times。
Nevertheless； we will not take upon us to say； that in the strange measure he fell upon； there was not a touch of latent Insanity； whereof indeed the actual condition of these Documents in _Capricornus_ and _Aquarius is_ no bad emblem。 His so unlimited Wanderings； toilsome enough； are without assigned or perhaps assignable aim； internal Unrest seems his sole guidance； he wanders； wanders； as if that curse of the Prophet had fallen on him； and he were 〃made like unto a wheel。〃 Doubtless； too； the chaotic nature of these Paper…bags aggravates our obscurity。 Quite without note of preparation； for example； we come upon the following slip： 〃A peculiar feeling it is that will rise in the Traveller； when turning some hill…range in his desert road； he descries lying far below； embosomed among its groves and green natural bulwarks； and all diminished to a toy…box； the fair Town； where so many souls； as it were seen and yet unseen； are driving their multifarious traffic。 Its white steeple is then truly a starward…pointing finger； the canopy of blue smoke seems like a sort of Lifebreath： for always； of its own unity； the soul gives unity to whatsoever it looks on with love； thus does the little Dwelling…place of men； in itself a congeries of houses and huts； become for us an individual； almost a person。 But what thousand other thoughts unite thereto； if the place has to ourselves been the arena of joyous or mournful experiences； if perhaps the cradle we were rocked in still stands there； if our Loving ones still dwell there； if our Buried ones there slumber！〃 Does Teufelsdrockh as the wounded eagle is said to make for its own eyrie； and indeed military deserters； and all hunted outcast creatures； turn as if by instinct in the direction of their birthland；fly first； in this extremity； towards his native Entepfuhl； but reflecting that there no help awaits him； take only one wistful look from the distance； and then wend elsewhither？
Little happier seems to be his next flight： into the wilds of Nature； as if in her mother…bosom he would seek healing。 So at least we incline to interpret the following Notice； separated from the former by some considerable space； wherein； however； is nothing noteworthy：
〃Mountains were not new to him； but rarely are Mountains seen in such combined majesty and grace as here。 The rocks are of that sort called Primitive by the mineralogists； which always arrange themselves in masses of a rugged； gigantic character； which ruggedness； however； is here tempered by a singular airiness of form； and softness of environment： in a climate favorable to vegetation； the gray cliff； itself covered with lichens； shoots up through a garment of foliage or verdure； and white； bright cottages； tree…shaded； cluster round the everlasting granite。 In fine vicissitude； Beauty alternates with Grandeur： you ride through stony hollows； along strait passes； traversed by torrents； overhung by high walls of rock； now winding amid broken shaggy chasms； and huge fragments； now suddenly emerging into some emerald valley； where the streamlet collects itself into a Lake； and man has again found a fair dwelling； and it seems as if Peace had established herself in the bosom of Strength。
〃To Peace； however； in this vortex of existence； can the Son of Time not pretend： still less if some Spectre haunt him from the Past； and the Future is wholly a Stygian Darkness； spectre…bearing。 Reasonably might the Wanderer exclaim to himself： Are not the gates of this world's happiness inexorably shut against thee； hast thou a hope that is not mad？ Nevertheless； one may still murmur audibly； or in the original Greek if that suit thee better： 'Whoso can look on Death will start at no shadows。'
〃From such meditations is the Wanderer's attention called outwards； for now the Valley closes in abruptly； intersected by a huge mountain mass； the stony water…worn ascent of which is not to be accomplished on horseback。 Arrived aloft； he finds himself again lifted into the evening sunset light； and cannot but pause； and gaze round him； some moments there。 An upland irregular expanse of wold； where valleys in complex branchings are suddenly or slowly arranging their descent towards every quarter of the sky。 The mountain…ranges are beneath your feet； and folded together： only the loftier summits look down here and there as on a second plain； lakes also lie clear and earnest in their solitude。 No trace of man now visible； unless indeed it were he who fashioned that little visible link of Highway； here； as would seem； scaling the inaccessible； to unite Province with Province。 But sunwards； lo you！ how it towers sheer up； a world of Mountains； the diadem and centre of the mountain region！ A hundred and a hundred savage peaks； in the last light of Day； all glowing； of gold and amethyst； like giant spirits of the wilderness； there in their silence； in their solitude； even as on the night when Noah's Deluge first dried！ Beautiful； nay solemn； was the sudden aspect to our Wanderer。 He gazed over those stupendous masses with wonder； almost with longing desire； never till this hour had he known Nature； that she was One； that she was his Mother and divine。 And as the ruddy glow was fading into clearness in the sky； and the Sun had now departed； a murmur of Eternity and Immensity； of Death and of Life； stole through his soul； and he felt as if Death and Life were one； as if the Earth were not dead； as if the Spirit of the Earth had its throne in that splendor； and his own spirit were therewith holding communion。
〃The spell was broken by a sound of carriage…wheels。 Emerging from the hidden Northward； to sink soon into the hidden Southward； came a gay Barouche…and…four： it was open； servants and postilions wore wedding favors： that happy pair； then； had found each other； it was their marriage evening！ Few moments brought them near： _Du Himmel_！ It was Herr Towgood andBlumine！ With slight unrecognizing salutation they passed me； plunged down ami
